Aristotle Quote

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

I would jump down Etna for any public good - but I hate a mawkish popularity.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever; its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness

There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest

The poetry of the earth is never dead

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children